I did it the wrong way round. First I went to the enormous city of the dead, Recoleta Cemetery, where you can see Evita’s tomb, a flat panel of black … Continue reading On the Evita Trail

I did it the wrong way round. First I went to the enormous city of the dead, Recoleta Cemetery, where you can see Evita’s tomb, a flat panel of black … Continue reading On the Evita Trail
Let’s pose the inevitable question first: is Monaco a country? It seems to have quite a confused status as, variously, an independent principality, a city-state, a constitutional monarchy, a microstate, … Continue reading #23 Monaco: A day in the fairytale land of the rich and famous
‘Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.’ Jack Kerouac, On the Road A blog post on the US? As soon as I started … Continue reading #11 The USA: Golden Gate City – San Francisco
It’s the End Of The Road as we know it … and I certainly felt fine. Over the first weekend of September, I camped at a music festival, for the first time ever (well, discounting a disastrous visit to Reading Festival back in the mists of time, when a friend and I ‘camped’ without a tent, and left the next day, cold, wet, and miserable). End of the Road is rumoured to be the discerning muso’s music festival. By no stretch of the imagination could I be called a discerning muso, so I’m delighted to welcome the first ever guest blogger to GoosterontheLoose, the fabulous Fiona Freel, who is indeed a discerning muso, a writer who packs a punch and a veteran of EOTR to boot. Take it away Fifi! (more…)